Slenderman X reader [rewritten/edited]

13

I awoke in cold sweat with a loud gasp, my heart was pounding in my chest. Sitting up, my [e/c] eyes scanned my surroundings and I felt a bit of relief realizing I was in my room, in my bed and not in that freaky forest. My ears picked up the sound of a crinkle, and I looked down to my left. In my hand, next to me, were the two notes I had grabbed before Slender Man showed up and I awoke.

The moonlight filtered through my window, casting an eerie glow on the crumpled pieces of paper. I brought them closer to my face to examine them better, and as my finger brushed against the aged surface, a shiver ran down my spine.

"What are you trying to tell me?" I whispered to the notes, my voice trembling. As if they knew the answer to the secret they held, As if they could even give me a clue, something, about the world of Slender Man.

As I examined the notes, I knew that I couldn't put this off any longer. These notes, the encounters with Slender Man, the eerie dreams, hell even Jeff, I knew this much, they were all connected, and I needed to uncover the truth.

I knew what I had to do. I had to find the rest of the pages, the missing pieces. The pages, I hoped, held answers, and they were the key to understanding the enigma that had invaded my life.

I carefully folded the notes and placed them in a small box on my nightstand, a reminder of the mysteries I needed to solve. Then, I reached for my phone, the soft glow illuminating my face, determination filled me.

It was time to delve deeper into the search for the missing pages, to confront the darkness that lurked on the edge of my reality. I couldn't do it alone, though. I needed Alfie's guidance, and together, we would uncover the rest of the pages.

It was almost light out, I knew I only had a few hours to find as much as I could. Alfie, who was not a morning person, grumbled from her spot on my shoulder as I finished packing a bag for our little trip back into the forest. It didn't have much, just an extra flashlight, a first aid kit and all the knives that were in the kitchen, leaving one out to hold onto.

"You know," she chimed in, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "I'm sure that kitchen knife will be just the thing to help us!"

I shot her a glare, but her tiny wings fluttered with amusement. "Seriously, [y/n], You think that's gonna work."

"It's better then nothing." I replied swinging the bag over my other shoulder that Alfie wasn't on.

The forest was eerily silent as we ventured deeper into it. The tangled undergrowth seemed to close in around mw and every rustling leaf set my nerves on edge.

Alfie, still perched on my shoulder, couldn't resist making a comment. "Well, this kitchen knife is working wonders so far, isn't it?"

I shot her a wary look, half-amused and half-annoyed. "Just watch, Alfie. It might come in handy."

As we pressed on, my flashlight pierced the remaining darkness, the light cast eerie shadows as I combed through the thickets, leaves crunching beneath my shoes, and the tension in the air thickening with every step.

The thought of encountering Slender Man kept my heart racing.

Suddenly, Alfie's tiny wings fluttered nervously as she whispered to me. "Did you hear that?"

I froze, my senses on high alert. In the distance, there was a faint sound, like the whisper of the wind through the trees. It was a low voice, just barely audible, but I still heard it and it sent chills down my spine.

"Stay close, Alfie," I whispered, gripping the kitchen knife tighter.

As I cautiously tiptoed ahead, basically followed the eerie voice, inching closer to its source. As we moved deeper into the forest, it grew louder, until I could make out the words. It was in a language I didn't recognize and it almost sounded like I could hear drums.

And then, bathed in the glow of my flashlight, I saw it. Another page, stuck to a tree, it seemed to glow faintly in the darkness. It had a sketch this time, of trees and the familiar shape of Slenderman.

Alfie couldn't help herself but say, "Well, look at that. Maybe your kitchen knife did bring us luck after all."

I couldn't help but smile, the relief washing over me. We had found 3 pages and if I remembered, there were 8 altogether.

Alfie suddenly feeling uneasy, glanced around. "Uh..[y/n].."

Before I could respond, I heard a voice.

"Look who's awake." I felt my heart almost stop, the hair on the back of my neck stood up as I turned around slowly and there, bathed in the glow of my flashlight, I saw him.

Jeff, with his twisted grin and manic eyes, emerged from the shadows, standing there like a nightmare come to life.

"I've been watching you, [y/n]," he hissed, his voice dripping with malice. "I've been watching, wondering what Slender wanted from you..."

I could feel the blood drain from my face. Alfie's wings fluttered anxiously, and I knew we were in more danger than ever before.

"I saw him waiting for you to embrace your 'dreams'" Jeff hissed, his grin widening as he took a step closer, his figure illuminated even more by the glow of the flashlight.

"So what you can hurt someone in their sleep." Jeff's grin seemed to faulter as he let out a low growl.

"I CAN MAKE THEM SLEEP" He shouted, something reflected the light of my flashlight, my [e/c] eyes darted down to his hand by his side, where he held a knife.

"GO TO SLEEP!" He yelled and in that terrifying moment, Jeff lunged forward with his knife.